But if she was going to love, no matter what, she had to stay strong. And the way of doing that was to love herself at all times, all costs, more and more. She was working on it. Transforming every bitter into sweet. Her body, her home. Her heart, her heat. Sunshine and air, her fuel. Music, her reason. Confidence, her weapon. Self-respect, her duty. Gratitude, her ticket for the rest of the journey.
Love is all there is, if seeking for an answer.
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